It must be said that there were many treasures in the main hall.
Even some factions came to blows over a high-level Xuan-grade martial arts manual.
"Ancestor, look, what is this?" At this moment, a disciple of the Demon Sect called out to Ning Tian.
Hearing this, Ning Tian looked over.
It was a small, black spherical object, to which he said, "It should be a magical device; you can keep it for yourself."
"Oh, okay."
The disciple was obviously a bit disappointed, but he could only store the magical device properly.
For ordinary disciples, having a magical device was not bad.
Compared to ordinary weapons, it was quite a bit better.
"Alright, continue looking, hehe, there are many treasures in this main hall." Ning Tian smiled and urged the Demon Sect disciples to continue searching.
As time passed, many people found good things inside the main hall.
But nobody noticed that three figures were quietly climbing the stairs of the hall, approaching the throne.
These three were disciples of the One Sword Sect.
"Sword Brother, do we really want to approach that skeleton? Isn't this somewhat inappropriate?" A disciple with a refined appearance looked at the skeleton on the throne with some fear.
"Yes, Sword Brother."
Another disciple also spoke with a bitter face.
"What? You're afraid of a person who's been dead for who knows how many years?"
Seeing the two of them so worried, Jian Wusheng (Sword Silence) couldn't help but sneer coldly.
"What, do you think this dead person might suddenly bite you?"
"This, no," the two disciples quickly shook their heads.
"Not that?"
"Not that, then hurry up and follow me over!" Jian Wusheng frowned and kicked both disciples in the rear.
Even though they nearly stumbled and fell flat on their faces, they didn't dare to voice their dissatisfaction. Jian Wusheng was the most promising disciple of the One Sword Sect to reach the Divine Emperor Realm!
"Yes."
"Sword Brother, we'll go right over."
The two disciples hurriedly nodded their heads and scrambled up the stairs.
Seeing this, Jian Wusheng's lips curled into a smile as he leisurely followed.
The three of them arrived at the throne and, seeing the wriggling maggots in the skeleton, the two disciples nearly vomited.
"Sword Brother, this skeleton looks so shabby, it probably doesn't have any treasures, right?"
"What do you know?" Jian Wusheng snorted coldly and eyed the skeleton, a smug smile on his lips.
"Do you think I'm like those stupid guys, still searching in the main hall? Hehe, the good stuff must be hidden near this throne."
After speaking, his gaze sharpened as he looked at the skeleton's finger.
There seemed to be a ring there.
"Hehe, isn't the good stuff coming?"
Jian Wusheng sneered, took out a piece of cloth, and gently wiped the dust-covered ring.
The ring was set with a black gemstone, very ancient in appearance.
"This is…"
Jian Wusheng's pupils contracted, and he gasped, "A storage ring!"
This thing, at the very least, was a spiritual device!
But it wasn't merely the fact that it was a spiritual device that surprised Jian Wusheng!
It was because this storage ring possessed the characteristic to store items. Even a Tianshou (Heavenly) supreme being would wear it until death, what did that imply?
It implied that there must be treasures inside!
"Hahaha!"
"I've struck it rich!"
Jian Wusheng laughed loudly, his eyes flashing with burning greed, and he reached for the storage ring.
In his heart, he was full of pride.
If he got the storage ring, then all the treasures of the entire tomb would be in his hands, while these foolish people would still be in the dark, slowly looking for treasures!
The more Jian Wusheng thought about it, the more excited he became, and his hand landed on the storage ring.
Then, he exerted force.
Trying to pull the storage ring off the skeleton's finger.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it.
"I don't believe this evil."
Jian Wusheng's eyes flashed with irritation. As a powerhouse of the Holy Emperor Realm with one star, how could he not be able to pull a ring off the hand of a dead person?
He started to utilize his spiritual energy.
Unfortunately, to no avail.
"You two, come over and help me!"
With no other choice, Jian Wusheng commanded the two disciples beside him.
"Yes, Sword Brother."
Hearing his command, the two disciples came over and started to grip Jian Wusheng's arm, continuously exerting force.
But weirdly, even the combined strength of three people couldn't budge the storage ring.
"Damn, two useless pieces of trash, get out of my way!"
Jian Wusheng, angered and embarrassed, pushed the two disciples away and began to circulate spiritual energy, continuing to exert force by himself.
"Hiss"
Suddenly, he frowned as his thumb began to feel a slight pain.
Looking down, he saw his thumb had been inadvertently cut by a protruding part of the storage ring.
"What bad luck."
Jian Wusheng frowned and harrumphed.
Just as he was about to change hands and continue, he was horrified to discover that the thumb, which originally had only a minor wound, now had unstoppable blood flow!
Soon, the fresh blood enveloped the entire storage ring!
"What, what's going on!?"
At this moment, Jian Wusheng's eyes showed a hint of panic, and he tried to pull his hand back, but it wouldn't budge as if it was fixed in place!
"Quick, help me!"
Finally panicking, Jian Wusheng's voice trembled.
The two disciples ran over in a panic, trembling at the sight.
However, out of fear of Jian Wusheng's wrath, they mustered the courage to place their hands on Jian Wusheng's, ready to pull him out when suddenly…
A crunching sound came.
Hmm?
The two were stunned.
What sound was that?
Instinctively looking up, their faces changed dramatically!
They saw that the skeleton's eyes were flashing with red light!
Then, in the shocked gaze of the three, the skeleton slowly stood up, emitting sounds of bones clashing.
"What?"
"Alive?!"
Before Jian Wusheng and the others could think, the skeleton moved abruptly, instantly flinging the two disciples away.
Boom!
The force erupted!
The two disciples crashed heavily into the walls inside the main hall, falling silent.
At this moment, the powers feeling the commotion instinctively looked up towards the throne.
Their faces changed immediately.
"Holy shit!"
"That's Jian Wusheng from the One Sword Sect, isn't it?"
"How come… How did that skeleton stand up?"
"Is this a case of playing possum?"
At this moment, their eyes were filled with panic. How could they not be frightened by a person who had died and turned into a skeleton, yet now stood up?
"Huh?"
Hearing the noise, Ning Tian was taken aback and looked towards the throne.
When he saw the skeleton standing, his face changed.
Considering the red light he saw just before and seeing Jian Wusheng being grabbed, he couldn't help swearing in his heart.
"This idiot, why the hell did he go and touch the skeleton!?"
(End of the chapter)